On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,48

the tattoo to heal better and keep the ink vivid. You don’t need to rebandage, but moisturize it lightly twice a day—again, Rae has the best product to use. Do this for the next few days. Wear loose tops, low jeans, so your clothing doesn’t rub against it.” Cole stood up, shocked by how much a speech he gave every day of his life took on a new meaning with her. Every word provoked his libido. But it didn’t stop him from putting his hands on her again to help her down off the chair.

She stumbled into him and he felt her heat, smelled her light, fragrant perfume and fought control as he murmured in her ear an apology about not lowering the chair height.

Then she shivered underneath his touch and Cole forgot about taking things slow. All he could think about was sex.

Sex with Shannon.

And he wanted it to be all she was thinking about. “It might be better to sleep on your side tonight, and for the next few days try not to rub your tattoo against anything and… eh… missionary is probably out for the next few days as well.”

Shannon jerked in his hold and turned to look up at him with those wide, stunning eyes. “That won’t be a problem,” she whispered.

Cole felt that whisper in his dick. He opened his mouth to tell her he wanted to make it a problem he was happy to solve by fucking her on her knees but his door burst open before he could and Rae strode in.

Frustration kicked him in his gut (and other harder places) as Shannon stepped out of his touch to show Rae the tat.

“Cool,” she pronounced. “I’ll be able to see it better when the cling film comes off. So, what do you think? Did it hurt?”

“Not as bad as I thought it would.”

“Are you going to get another one?”

Shannon snorted. “I think I’m good for now.”

Cole was almost relieved he wouldn’t have to go through the torture of tattooing her again. Almost. It was a pleasurable torment, after all.

Rae clapped her hands together suddenly. “Tomorrow night! Drinks to celebrate Shannon’s tat.”

Any chance to spend time with Shannon was a good idea to him, he thought as he started to clean up. “Sounds good.”

“Okay.” Shannon replied. “But I’m buying for Cole since he won’t let me pay for the tattoo.”

His eyes flew to her but before he could reply Rae whirled on him in indignation. “Free? You only gave me fifty percent off!”

Laughter bubbled on his lips and he just shrugged, even though he knew it would piss her off more. What could he say? A woman that drove him to distraction and made his blood this hot, didn’t pay for her tattoo. Especially when he was trying to make her so attached to him she wouldn’t fight it when he decided to take their relationship to the next level.

As if she’d read all that in his shrug, Rae turned to Shannon and yelled, “Fucking magical hair all right!” before storming out.

Shannon stared after her flatmate in shocked bemusement before turning to him.

Cole winked at her.

And better than anything else that had happened that day Shannon burst out into tinkling, sweet laughter that hit him in his chest. It seeped right in there, settling like the best kind of weight.

Oh aye, his mission in life was to make Shannon MacLeod laugh every day for as long as she’d let him.

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Logan’s POV - Grace’s Date

MOONLIGHT ON NIGHTINGALE WAY

Logan wished like fuck he knew how to cope with a teenage girl that happened to be his daughter. Growing up with two sisters, he had learned to give them space when they got broody and crabbit. When they slammed into their rooms and told everyone to bugger off he let them. The only times he didn’t was when someone had hurt Shannon. He never let her shut him out then.

But he didn’t know how to deal with Maia right then. And he wished he did because dealing with his newly discovered teenage daughter would take his mind off Grace and the anonymous fuckwad who could at that very minute be touching her.

Logan’s hands curled into fists as a burn scored through his gut at the same time a sharp ache flared across his chest.

Jealous.

He was jealous.

He couldn’t bloody remember the last time he’d ever felt jealous over a woman.

Shit.

He stood up and strode out of the living room to stare at Maia’s closed door again. A dark